Breakfast in Bed - Sex Stories

Breakfast in Bed

... positioned himself between her legs. From here, he could admire her naked body in its entirety. Not satisfied with just staring, he leaned in to kiss her once more. Different from each time past, this kiss told a story of love and lust and desire, of anticipation for what is to come, and a need to prolong each moment. His lips left hers, but did not leave her skin. They travelled down her jaw and onto the soft skin of her neck. He planted several soft, small kisses, enjoying her mewing as her hand grasped the back of his head. Lower still, letting his teeth graze over her collarbones, chuckling to himself as he watched the skin turn a subtle shade of pink. When he reached the curve of her breasts, he slowed. He wanted to ensure he could savor every kiss, every moment his lips were in contact with her skin. Each kiss was slower, more deliberate, more drawn out. Her back arched into him as his lips finally wrapped around her nipple, fulfilling his self-made promise. The taste of her skin filled his mouth. She had a distinctly sweet taste, almost like strawberries and cream. His tongue flicked over her nipple again and again, encouraged by the feel of her hand squeezing the hair on the back of his head. Eagerly, he switched to her other breasts, caressing and kissing it in the same manner, before against taking her nipple in his mouth and massaging it with the tip of his tongue. Her breathing began to grow ragged, and was interspersed with exclamations and moans. His own ...

... impatience got the better of him, and he lifted his lips from her breasts. For just a moment, he looked up at her, and caught her gaze, looking up from between her breasts, chest rising and falling quickly now. He said nothing, only offering a wink and a wry smile, before the kisses continued. He shifted lower still, now kissing his way across her stomach. The hand on the back of his head began caressing gently, and her hips seemed to shift and wiggle almost unconsciously. He kissed his way to her left hip, biting and sucking gently, with the full intent to leave a mark. Then, with purpose, he slowly let his lips trail their way to her right hip, kissing along, only to let his teeth sink into her hip once again. Each time, her moans grew a little deeper, and a little louder.. While he was enjoying teasing her far more than can be put into words, his own desire had been steadily growing since the moment he had laid eyes upon her this morning. At first, he had planned to kiss down the length of her long, elegant legs, and back up again, however he knew that he would not have the patience or the self control. Instead, he opted to take things to the next level. Again, he looked up at her, now positioned between her legs, with his head hovering at the junction of her thighs. She was almost panting now, and the look in her eyes was one of desperation, almost pleading. As if on queue, the moment before she was about to open her lips and vocalize her desire, his head lowered between her ...